, 1887-11-12

-Four bury deputies standing to the
rear of the four condemned men then be-
gan without delay TO adjust the ropes,
Spies moose being the one first placed.
He did not appear to regard it OF any
more consequence than a new linen collar.
The knot was slipped down the cord close
against his neck. Spies did not show a
tremOr, but when the same process was
being carried out with Fischer he turned
and quietly whispered to the bailiff some
suggestion concerning the ropeA
flscher's occasional ardor was quite
noticeably lessened when he felt the
hempen strand, and Engel bit his under
lip hard when his turn came. Just then
DIR. Murphy, a young physician standing
at the back of Engel, whisperingly cracked
a Joke at Engel 5 ear. Incredible as it
may seem the low-browed anarchist
laughed outright with the rope around his
neck, while another was being fastened on
Parsons, by his side. But the grotesoue
laugh stopped in a single instant. and
Parsons. as meekly as a saint, cast his
eyes upward at the dangling line above
him. Before the four anarchists had an
mixing Of what was to be done, the white
caps were deity slipped upon their heads
and drawn quickly down to the necks.
shutting oft the view of each as completely
and with less warning than does the
camera cloth of the photographer.
August Spies was the first of the four
doomed men to make use of his wits
while he could. In a tone of intense bit.
terness Of spirit he, the man who wrote
the Infamous revenge circular, Kissed out
between his tightly clenched teeth
There will come a time when our silence
will be more powerful than the voice they
are s~trangling to death" The last sylla-
BILE Of Spies concluding words, hoarse
with suppressed passion, had not reached
an end when Engle, raising his voice,
cried ''Hurrah for anarchy Fischer
caught the fire of the utterance and still
more loudly exclaimed "Hurrah for
anarchy, adding, this is the happiest
moment of my life"
There was a silence like the grave brok-
en- abruptly by the slow, measured into
nation Of Parsons like a white robed
priest before the altar Of sacrifice. Not
as a dying request but rather like a com
mand or warning, he sounded forth
May | be allowed to spelk?" then with
slow entreaty came: "Nill you let me
speak; Sheriff Matson, y there was anoth-
er agonizing pause. Muffied through the
crowd broke out in unnatural, hollow ac-
cents: Let the voice of the people be
heard"
A crash as of a falling house Numbered
through the corridors. The slender p
were tau In full view of the two hun
dred men in front were four white with.
ing shrouds. The ropes could be seen
slowly tightening about the uecks that
between the caps and shrouds could be
noticed blackening and purpling. Nine
mortal minutes passed and then it was
known to a certainty that not a neck
had been broken.
Many Of the spectators turned their
heads at the fatal instant. The body of
Spies struggled at first. Fischer did not
move for a minute or two, then he hung
limp, but struggled for a few minutes,
during which his cowl was disarranged,
exposing part of his face until the body
was turned around by the physician exam
inlng his pulse. Engels body made
scarcely a motion alter it fell. When
Parsons body fell it remained stationary
for some moments, then the head nodded
back and forth, while the upper portion
of the body was convulsed and the bosom
heaved so hard that it seemed as if it
would burst through the shroud. With
another violent throe of the whole body
the contest between life and death ended
The four Haymarket murderers had
been literary throttled and strangled by
the law.